“I must leave my students to fight Astaroth”
said Elias Bram to himself “I must fulfill my destined prophecy by killing
Astaroth”.
Two days later he is at the doors of Astaroth’s
castle and is about to attack when he feels a pain in his back then the cold
steel of a blade. He falls backward and catches a glimpse of Astaroth with a
bloody knife in his hand. Then blackness and nothingness consume him.
When he aroused he found himself chained to the
wall with 5 inch thick steel chains that were bolted to a steel plate.
When Astaroth arrived he had a wicked grin on
his face and said to Bram “Look what the cat dragged in.”
“Shut up you filthy little weasel.”
Ough Astaroth slugged Bram
hard in the gut. Crack Bram kneed
Astaroth in the chin. Shing Astaroth
pulls out a knife. Cling Astaroth’s
knife misses Bram but not his chain. Thump,
thump, thump, thump Bram is connecting blows repeatedly to Astaroth’s
temple. Weeeeooooeeeooo goes the
sirens as the alarm is sounded.
Running through the corridors with a mallet, he
found in the armory, Bram is smashing in the skulls of everyone he meets in a
desperate attempt to escape recapture and to get back to the school he founded
and safety.
On his way back he encountered one of Astaroth’s
many battalions on its way home from a war that was won. Diving for cover he
finds it in the form of a fat and thick bush. Once the battalion passes by he
is on the move again toward safety and home.
Once safe, he is able to get himself back into his room and is able to
heal himself to make it look like nothing happened.
Later that day he is thinking to himself that I
know they think me leaving for weeks at a time doesn’t help them but without
them knowing it after all it is only to keep them alive longer.
Later when his grandson comes in and asks him
where he has been going lately and Bram says I have been running errands.
Two days later Bram is holding a bow with an
arrow notched and drawn pointed at Astaroth from point blank range when he
releases the arrow which sails straight through Astaroth’s skull splattering
his brains on the wall behind him.
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